Oberlin Blogs

My friend Tino and I debuted our 'Single Ladies' dance, and Twister didn't rehash awkward puberty memories, ending the party with my tears and cries of emotional pain, like it very easily could have.

In which a Californian attempts to explain weather in Ohio to those people who live in a warm climate.

For three and a half weeks, we've slipped into an archaic apprenticeship system and become printer's devils. When else could I do something like this, if not during Winter Term?

There was also a bonus piece to the puzzle that they could collect if they found Bigfoot and told him some facts about himself.

The story of how Helena and I discovered Celebration Bells, First Church's handbell choir.

What exactly should every Oberlin graduate know and be able to do by the time they walk up to the commencement stage? How do we know that she knows? And how do we make sure that her coursework allows her to actually learn it?

In which I attempt to share my glorious friends with the world.

The idea is simple. I have to make one thing every day - anything from a wolf hat with headphones sewn into the brim to the slightly ambiguous "important arrangements."

A series of vignettes about my musical experiences at Oberlin.

Since it's Winter Term right now, I've slacked off a little bit on my mail checking routine because the inflow of mail is even less than normal.

In which I embrace my future as a possible spoon player in a bluegrass band (though it's still more likely that I will be a teacher).

Winter Term co-ops and cinnamon rolls! Includes lots and lots of process pictures, a la Ma'ayan.